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Steve was very proud of himself for having waited an entire day before going to see Lance. Sneaking in wasn’t much of an issue. Since all of the counsellors were too busy with finally eating their own dinner to notice him. Plus, no one would suspect his skinny ass to be carrying contraband onto the premises. Steve walked slowly to make sure none of the snack packaging made a sound and gave him away. Once he was past the counsellors, he made his way straight to cabin twelve and knocked on the door.
“Tanner, I swear if that’s you again—” Lance ripped open the door.
“Uh, it’s me?” Steve said uncertain. Lance ushered him inside.
“So, you’re finally gracing me with a visit?” He leant against the bedframe and crossed his arms. Ignoring the quiet groan of the frame. “You know, I had double PT yesterday. I hope you’re hiding something worth my while in that backpack.” Steve was handing over his backpack before his mind had caught up what Lance had said.
“You were insulting me.” Lance shrugged. “Well, I just thought we could watch a movie or something. So, I brought some snacks.”
“And let me guess, you want me to eat it all?” Steve bit down on the smile that spread on his face and ducked his burning face.
“I mean if you want to.”
“I did say I like the weight, right? And I like eating whatever even more. So, watching a movie and eating way too much food is great evening entertainment. And maybe you could make yourself useful afterwards…” Lance trailed his hand down his body, but Steve was so not putting out on the first date. (Was this a date?) He had barely worked up the courage to ask this asshole to watch a movie.
“Oh, God, shut up!” Steve pushed Lance back, who let himself fall onto the bottom bunk and continued rummaging through the backpack. Even when Lance was being nice, he just had to make sure that over-confident asshole persona stayed intact.
Steve pulled his laptop from the backpack and Lance shook out all the food Steve had brought along. A bag of chips, a packet of Twizzlers and a package of double stuff Oreos.
Lance ripped open the Twizzlers first. He offered Steve one. When Steve declined, he just packed everything between his thigh and the wall and motioned for Steve to get on the narrow bed.
Watching a movie with Lance was surprisingly fun. The movie was of the variety “so bad, it’s good” and they were just trading jokes for the first half hour. Steve was painfully aware of his entire left side where Lance was pressed up against him. He tried to focus on the movie. Every other second however, his attention was pulled to Lance crinkling the pack of Twizzlers. Barely ten minutes later, he ripped open the chips bag.
The chips took Lance a lot longer to get through and his constant commentary slowed a bit while he worked his way through them. Steve couldn’t bring himself to actually look at Lance. His eyes almost drifted over to Lance’s belly every time he didn’t make fun of something on screen, but Steve always caught himself before he actually looked. His imagination was going crazy. What would he look like with all that food in his belly? Like he had looked two days ago on the running track? More stuffed? Less so?
Once Lance tore into the Oreos his commentary finally ceased completely. Steve felt like he was vibrating out of his skin. He couldn’t have remembered the plot of the movie with a gun to his head. All he could hear was the rushing in his ears and the occasional crinkle of plastic. He finally gathered the courage to look at Lance for the first time since he’d started eating.
Steve’s mind went completely blank for a moment. Lance was pressed against the wall, almost lying down. His belly rounded out proudly from his midsection. His shirt had ridden up enough to show off a sliver of skin at the bottom. Still tanned and that damn tattoo curving over his gut. Steve’s gaze moved up until he met Lance’s eyes. Half-lidded, mouth hanging open. He looked drunk.
“There he is.” Lance slurred his words and smiled wide. Steve could feel his face burning again.
“Can I?” His hand hovered over Lance’s distended belly. Steve wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted to do, but he needed to touch right now. Lance hummed in agreement and stuffed another Oreo in his mouth. Lance groaned. Steve didn’t know if it was because of his hand on his belly or from stuffing more food into himself. Then he arched his back to press is belly into Steve’s touch.
“So good.” Lance mumbled and blindly grabbed for the Oreos. Steve picked up the package with his free hand, still rubbing soothing circles over Lance’s belly.
“Three left.” Voice barely louder than a whisper.
Steve pushed picked up one of the Oreos and held it to Lance’s lips. He groaned again and squeezed his eyes shut, but then he opened his mouth just enough for Steve to push the cookie in.
“Up, up.” Lance demanded. Positioning Steve’s hand on the roundest part of his belly, just beneath his chest. Steve got more confident and worked over it with more pressure. Lance took the next Oreo without complaint, chewing open-mouthed. Panting like he was out of breath.
“Last one.” Lance whined and turned his head away.
“Fuck. My jeans—” Lance was pawing at the waistband, but he couldn’t quite get to the button. Steve reached down, squeezed his hand under the round dome of Lance’s belly and popped the button. His belly pushed the zipper halfway down. It must’ve been a relief because he whined for Steve to give him that last cookie.
Steve blindly stuffed it in his mouth. Eyes caught on Lance’s obvious erection. Lance must’ve seen him staring.
“Gimme ten minutes to digest at least.” Lance laughed. His hands flew to his belly to keep it still. Steve shook his head.
“I’m good with just this.” Lance hummed contently and closed his eyes. Steve was sporting a half-chub himself, but he was happy with just rubbing Lance’s overstuffed belly and admiring all the fat he’d gained so far.